Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.